by sundown, i became tame

Dear K-

I didn’t realize you had modified your previous entry. You censored yourself for my sake. A part of me feels relieved. A part of me feels guilty. I don’t want to stifle your creative output. What am I so afraid of? You’re right: no one reads this anyway. If they did, I would feel sorry for them. Such a disconnected, self-centered collection of ramblings spanning 7 years of different lives, different perspectives, different ideals. To the lonely unknown reader, I apologize. I never wrote with you in mind. I never will.

Do you think someday we will be old and grey, our marrow soft as syrup, arthritic joints knobby and immobile, lips cracked and dry, and still be pecking out our correspondence, reading each other’s entries with cloudy eyes and foggy minds?

I hope so.

I hope so.

-k